So, here I am, lazing around in my office.  I think to myself, Self, what you could use is a big ole rawhide.  You know, one of the Big and Thick ones.  Mmm, rawhide.  Yep, you should see if you can talk the boss ma'am into getting you one.  Then I remember the extra one and a half pounds that I'm carrying around these days.  It makes me a little bummed out.  I remember that Dr. Schroyer says that I shouldn't gain weight because it is bad for my joints.  Well, at least Lyle won't get any either.

Of course, this brings me to remember that I have to worry about my long term joint health because the L-asparaginase shot that I received on Thursday has made my last bump go completely away.  The boss ma'am can no longer feel ANY lymph nodes!  That is VERY good news to me-and to you if you know and love the Bit.  In case you were wondering, Dr. Harris also said that I should increase my dose of vincristine to one and a half times the amount that I used to get.  She said that it might make me a little less hungry.  A dog contemplating a diet can only hope.

So, that brings me to think about what I lucky dog I am.  Any how grateful that I am for everyone that has been keeping me in their thoughts and prayers.  Thank you.  Thank you very much (it is okay if you read that to yourself using an Elvis voice instead of my voice-as melodious as it is.  I'll understand.).

So then I wonder, will anyone really care what is on my mind now that it looks like I might have a lot of time to record my memoirs?  I am just a small dog after all.   But then I remember, I am Little Bit.  I am a most thoughtful dog, probably people will still want to know what is going on with me.   So I'll probably still write.   But maybe I should ask the boss for a raise.  Mmmm, extra biscuits.  I think I know just the thing to do with them.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.  My diet can always start tomorrow...

Little Bit